There comes a bird flown out of the west,
And eastward flies he,
To his home in an eastern garden,
Where groves of spice are breathing and growing,
And palm-trees whisper, and cool springs bubble—
And flying sings the bird of wonder:
'She loves him! she loves him!
In her little heart she enshrines his picture,
And keeps it sweetly, secretly hidden,
And knows not 'tis there!
But in her dreams he stands before her,
She weeps and implores, and his hand she kisses,
And his name she utters,
And uttering it wakens, and lies affrighted,
And rubs in her wonder her beautiful eyes—
She loves him! she loves him!'
At the foot of the mast I was leaning on deck,
Where as I stood I could hear the bird's song.
Like dusky green coursers with manes of bright silver,
Tossing their foam-crests, bounded the billows;
Like swans in flight sailed over the ocean,
With glimmering canvas, the Heligolanders,
The nomads bold of the North Sea!
Over me, in the eternal blue,
Hovered the white-winged clouds,
And sparkled the sun eternal,
The rose of the heavens, that blooms so fierily,
And laughed on the ocean that mirrored him;—
And heaven, and sea, and my own swelling heart
Resounded in echo:
'She loves him! she loves him!'
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